Saturday SlobberLove

Sometimes on Saturday, after a morning stroll that reveals the onset of Fall in such a way that we cannot walk two steps without feeling the crisp morning dew swoosh up our little hiney, we get a Fantastic Case of The Friskies that involves the most intricate and satisfying game of blanket gymnastics that has ever occurred and good lord do we leap and twirl and wrap and burrow and hide and growl and grin our happy Jerry Lewis grin for what feels like a million hours—until we’re KIND OF tuckered out and when this happens—when we get to do this until we feel like we’re gonna lose our mind from AY-YI-YI-YI-YA-YA-YAYA-YEEEE-OW, we really do take a moment and give thanks for our beloved owners, while at the same time keeping an eye on Orangey Toy, just in case they have any scurvy dog sneaky face plans about stealing him.

Throw It Ninety Thousand Million Agains,
Crazed Person Dog

4 Comments on "Saturday SlobberLove"

  1. The Zadge says:

    Oh I hope Jerry Lewis’s face is all Cooper gets, because that Jerry Lewis body could be a problem.

  2. Oh, how I LOVE Cooper’s Jerry Lewis grin!

  3. MidLyfeMama says:

    Who wants to play tug of war, who, who, do you? Do you? Huh, DO YOU? Gimme that…(followed by much tugging and growling and tugging).

    I watch a lot, I mean A LOT, of SpongeBob Squarepants these days, because of MY Cooper, and have decided that he is the cartoon answer to the lack of the younger, fiendishly clever and funny Jerry Lewis.